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[ Walking barefoot along the sand may be a fool's idea during a hemophilia curse and in the middle of winter, but that's exactly what Amory is doing. It's that or trudging across the shore with lumps of sand in his socks. Good thing he isn't cursed, and that he needs something to wake him up.

Even with Amory around, the beach is pretty peaceful. It's far enough from the city lights for the sky to remain a pure, inky black; and the only sound hanging in the air is the lull of waves against the beach. Well, as long as you ignore the echo of a yipping tea cup dog in the distance.

Amory is staring at the sea as he walks down the beach, feet tracing the line where wet sand meets dry. If you look close, you might notice ~~that he looks like shit~~ the tired lines under his eyes. ]

[ooc: Please assume this is backdated at 9:30 PM on the curse day? This is Amory taking advantage of Blue's early closing for the curse. >_> ]

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Okay. You aren't an ass. You're just crazy.

Or I just have amazing feet.

No one has amazing feet. All feet are gross.

So you've spent your time studying a wide variety a feet to come to this conclusion? No wonder you had to get a job.

[The beach isn't the first place a person thinks about going to on a chilly winter's night, but it's the first place Kate goes when she wants to be alone. Nobody in their right mind would make trails in the sand in the dark of night in January.

Not that Kate has lost her mind; she's just in her mindset where she shuts everything out and concentrates on her own self. She's not depressed, but maybe a little melancholy. She misses people, both related to her and not related to her, and it's moments like these where she wonders how they're doing even though she knows how time works here.

It's also moments like these where she curses under her breath for running into Amory in all places, especially at a time when she doesn't want to see him. He's only a few feet ahead of her but she can't leave the shore without passing him by. Damn it.]

Actually I just like to call that common sense. Something you lack.

Feet aren't gross. You're just a priss.

[ Kate should be thankful that Amory isn't in the mood to stir trouble. Gentle teasing, as with Claire, perhaps- but even that's a half-hearted attempt at being an asshole.

He's also caught up in his own thoughts, eyes turned away from the approaching girl. ]

It looks endless.

[ Yes, he talks to himself sometimes. ]

I'm not a priss.

[Her response time is slowed by hesitation. She's no longer mad at him; Kate very rarely holds a true grudge. Disappointment is the name of the game more than anything else, but even that doesn't last forever.

Her footsteps slow to a crawl before she replies, boots digging into the gritty sand with a crunch.]

It's not. There's something out there. We just can't get to it.

{She's sure she's giving him ammunition to be an ass again.]

[ have some half-hearted sarcasm ]

Then why are they gross?

Look at them. They're just gross. They smell and they wiggle around.

[ But Amory isn't going to be an ass. He turns his head toward her, pausing in step as he replies. ]

What do you think it is?

[ The tone of his voice is quiet and unruffled. Are you surprised, Kate? ]

You might want to ask Ginger to lend you a hand if someone orders the spaghetti.

[ ... If the Blue Light has spaghetti. [

What does that even mean?

You've cooked noodles before, haven't you? They can wiggle.

Jello too.

~~Like green jello.~~

Yeah, but they don't wiggle like toes.

[Surprised, indeed. But that doesn't mean she'll let her guard down. Kate keeps the distance between them and closes herself off more by slipping her hands into her coat pockets, putting up another kind of barrier between them.]

I don't know. [She shrugs, glancing out onto the night horizon that's clear without even a light from a stray ship.] For all we know, it could be anything. China, Mars, the end of the world. We won't find out anytime soon though.

Remind me to never wear sandals at work. You might scream.

Or I might just step on your toes.

A girl your age isn't going anywhere behind the counter.

Excuse me. I'm eighteen. And there's no legal drinking age here.

It's not the alcohol I worry about, it's the bar clientele, and the fact that you are eighteen years old.

What's that supposed to mean?

[ He's tempted to walk past her, to keep the silence between constant as it had been for all this time. But the words escape before he realizes he's said them. ]

Or it could be nothing, just a fake horizon that will snap us backwards like a rubber band the moment we try to leave.

[ Amory is familiar those barriers, having been pulled back and dropped mid-air atop Caspian. ]

Next time he might ask you to suck on his finger.

Unlike you, though, I wouldn't oblige.

Because cutting off his drinks was definitely obliging.

Can I ask you a personal question?

I probably won't answer it, but go ahead.

If he'd have left you a good tip, would you have let him suck your finger?

No.

At least we know you aren't some kind of finger freak.

Probably. Anything else would be too logical for this place.

[There's really no reason for them to be speaking, really. It is surprising that they haven't fallen out into a screaming match by now.

Then again, the match might be coming now that Kate glances down at his feet with a look on her face that's clearly asking if he's insane.]

You do realize it's the middle of winter, right?

[Says she of the midriff bearing uniform in a snowstorm.]

What's illogical to us may be perfectly logical to the City.

[ Maybe it is surprising, but then again, how much does Kate really know about Amory? She's probably seen far more the negative than anything close to admirable, but the reason he came to the beach in the first place was to let that face drop - as much as he can, anyway.]

I can notice it's snowing outside.

[ There's a shrug from him as he slips cold hands into his pockets. He should have brought gloves. ]

Cold air's a good way to wake a person up, whether your feet are exposed or you're not wearing enough clothes.

City logic isn't logic at all. It's insanity.

[She's seen the face drop twice before and both times it ended in disappointment when he went back to his old ways. It's only human of her to hope that Amory would change, be less of an jerk to people who only want to be part of his life in one form or another. But just because she's civil to him now doesn't mean Kate has forgotten. She's just not getting her hopes up.]

Coffee works just as well, Amory. No need to get frostbite just because you're sleepy.

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